Colin O’Leary bounded down the back steps that led from his apartment to the bar. As he moved through the bar flipping on lights and prepping for the lunch crowd, he whistled a tune. As much as he enjoyed the crowds and the noise of the lively bar, this was his favorite part of the day. This was his time to be Colin O’Leary, bar owner. It didn’t matter that the bar wasn’t really his. Morning prep allowed him the time to pretend it was, that his father had left the bar to him. As if he hadn’t screwed up everything.
Then the back door swung open and his bubble burst. He could tell by the sound of Ryan’s steps that his brother was in a bad mood. Again.
“What’s up?” Colin asked as he took chairs down and reset them where they belonged at each table.
“Don’t ask. Did you get the inventory don
